Corey looked amazing, but I tried my hardest not to look, as if if I did, it would be like looking into the sun. He was wearing a pair of light wash jeans, perfectly fitted, and a muted red flannel was thrown on on top of a plain white shirt. Corey was always the center of attention, and so effortlessly. Not like I wasn't often in the spotlight, but I fought hard to be there. I had always been interested in him, but it hadn't been until my senior year of high school that we had gotten as close as we were now. This being all of our last summer before heading off to college, I had though, fuck it, I may as well make a move. I was popular, and I was pretty, but I wasn't anything really. Seeing as Corey has never made a move on me- I couldn't that much of anything. I was what a lot of people hoped to be, but I was empty. I thought that maybe Corey could make me something. Maybe he could make me less empty. *** It's the summer of Alma's senior year, and what better way to finish off her high school experience than one last summer romance- but when a hurricane of deceit and lies rips through Alma's life, who will stand strong, and who will be lost to the wind?